The air was warm and fragrant as Miguel pushed open the door to the small private studio. The scent of sandalwood and vanilla immediately enveloped him, mixing with slow, bassy music that seemed to beat in time with his own heart.

She was waiting for him with a serene smile. Laura. Dark hair loose over her shoulders, a short white coat that barely hid the generous curves of her body. The brown eyes looked over him with professional calm, but there was something else there—a spark of curiosity and hunger.

— Welcome, Miguel. Relax. Today is just for you.

The initial conversation was brief, almost a ritual. He confessed to the tension built up in his shoulders and lower back. She listened intently, her fingers already lightly brushing his arm as she spoke. When she asked if she could take off all her clothes, he hesitated for just a second before agreeing. Laura turned discreetly, but he felt her sideways glance.

Lying face down on the couch, covered only by a thin towel over his buttocks, Miguel closed his eyes. The hot oil ran down his back in slow trickles. Her hands began to work—firm, sure, sliding from his shoulders to the base of his spine. Each movement was deep, pressing into tense muscles, but gradually the touch became slower, more intentional.

— Take a deep breath… — she murmured, her hoarse voice close to his ear.

His thumbs traced wide circles, going lower and lower. When it reached the lower back, the towel was pulled a little lower. Miguel felt her fingers brush the curve of his buttocks, almost by chance. Almost. His body reacted instantly, heat rising to his groin.

Laura noticed. She smiled against his skin as she leaned in closer, her soft breasts pressing lightly against his back through the thin robe.

— You're very tense here… — he whispered, his hands now massaging his thighs with long, fluid movements. The fingers climbed dangerously close to the inside, brushing the testicles for brief seconds that seemed eternal.

Miguel moaned softly, unable to hide the erection that was already throbbing against the couch. Laura didn't stop. Instead, he asked him to turn around.

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Now from the front, the towel could barely hide the obvious volume. Laura looked him in the eye as she poured more oil on her arms and chest. Slowly, she opened a few buttons on her robe, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her full breasts.

— Do you want me to continue the massage… or do you want something deeper? — he asked, his voice full of promises.

Miguel just nodded, his throat dry.

Her hands went down his chest, nails lightly scratching his nipples, then his abdomen. When he reached the towel, he pulled it aside with a slow, deliberate gesture. His member sprang free, hard and pulsing. Laura bit her lower lip, clearly satisfied.

The hot oil ran over the erection. Her hands wrapped around him masterfully—a perfect mix of massage and caress. Long, firm movements, then soft and provocative. The thumb circled the glans while the other hand gently massaged the balls.

Miguel arched his back, groaning. Laura climbed onto the couch, straddling him with her thighs open. The coat opened completely. Her heavy breasts swayed as she bent to kiss his neck, then his chest, moving slowly down.

The warm mouth enveloped him completely. The tongue swirled, sucked, licked. The hands continued their work — one squeezing the base, the other caressing the thighs and perineum. Miguel held her hair, fighting not to cum too soon.

— I want you inside me — she whispered, taking off the rest of her clothes.

Laura positioned herself over him and slowly went down, swallowing him inch by inch. The tight, wet heat enveloped him like velvet. She began to move, first slowly, then more intensely. Her breasts bounced against his chest as her hips gyrated in perfect rhythm.

Her hands never stopped—massaging his shoulders, scratching his chest, pulling his hair. Miguel grabbed her round, firm buttocks, helping her move up and down with more force. Moans filled the small studio, mixing with the wet sound of bodies.

As the orgasm approached, Laura sped up, squeezing him inside her. Miguel exploded with a hoarse moan, filling her as she shook in an intense climax, nails digging into his shoulders.

They stayed like that for long minutes, panting, skin against skin, oil and sweat mixing.

Laura kissed him softly on the lips and smiled:

— The session isn't over yet... I still have to take care of all those legs.

Miguel smiled, knowing that that unforgettable afternoon was just beginning.